I hate my therapist. He’s a guy, he’s never gone through second puberty. He thinks I should wear skirts and dresses and tights and makeup and all that crap just to “accept the female me” well fuck that. It wouldn’t be so bad if he hadn’t also convinced my crazy mom. Bye bye gym shorts, hello sports bras.
“I just feel like nobody pays attention to me” I told my therapist, “what can I do? I want people to notice me. To care about me” I added. He then told me he had a solution, basically he said I had to be more confident, to strengthen my personality. “Easier said than done” I told him. But he proposed hypnosis to help me. I agreed.